Runner
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It's 2:00 in the afternoon and you are bored. You turn on your computer and come across a topic known as "TROLOLOLOLOLO". Curious, you read the text that your eyes currently are scanning. This is a place for bored people where you spam and troll, and also the place where you can cheer up if you're sad.
By SPAM, I do not mean advertising, one word posts, or smiley posts. I mean, hilarious sentences and pics, and messed up anecdotes like..
this. Or anything humorous in general. Just remember to follow rules. And by trolling, I mean meaningless sentences that do not connect. Mwahahaha..
Oh, and for inspiration....
TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLO, OHHHHHHH.. .DADADADADADAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
First:
I looked at the tacos sitting in front of me. I stared at them, and picked one up. I closed my eyes, and brought the taco to my mouth.
It smelled delicious.
It looked delicious.
It felt delicious.
I could hear the deliciousness of it pounding my ears.
My teeth sank into the taco.
At once, the taco bits flew from my mouth.
I wept.
For the taco was a fish taco.
By SPAM, I do not mean advertising, one word posts, or smiley posts. I mean, hilarious sentences and pics, and messed up anecdotes like..
this. Or anything humorous in general. Just remember to follow rules. And by trolling, I mean meaningless sentences that do not connect. Mwahahaha..
Oh, and for inspiration....
TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLO, OHHHHHHH.. .DADADADADADAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
First:
I looked at the tacos sitting in front of me. I stared at them, and picked one up. I closed my eyes, and brought the taco to my mouth.
It smelled delicious.
It looked delicious.
It felt delicious.
I could hear the deliciousness of it pounding my ears.
My teeth sank into the taco.
At once, the taco bits flew from my mouth.
I wept.
For the taco was a fish taco.
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